For Mija who wanted to write a poem before she diedA Poem by Chris Shaw( Written after watching the Korean film Poetry)
Soft summer drizzle on your skin,
you sit reflecting life and years. No tears, though rainfall dews your cheeks, absorbed in sadness, shame and fears. These quiet moments, you alone. A harvest ripened from the grain. A crop of sorrow gathered there, stored in your barn of inner pain. Grey river coldly hurries by, an empty page, the words won't play and only drops of heavy rain will leave their wretched mark this day. Yet deep within your poet's soul, your undeserving torment builds. The feelings that you'll soon express, about to blast across the fields. And when they do, that's when we'll see you've found your voice in poetry.
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Added on October 8, 2018Last Updated on October 8, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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